Free The Witch's Desire by Elle James

Division.”
    Katya’s eyes narrowed. “Did I kick your ass at any time?”
    â€œNo, but weren’t you the one who kicked Tate Copeland’s butt for calling you ‘babe’?” Cal grinned.
    â€œI might have.” She brushed raindrops from her shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. “Is he a friend of yours?”
    Cal chuckled. “Not hardly. He needed to be knocked down a notch or two. The man had too much ego, not enough substance.”
    â€œThen, yes.” She met his gaze with a refreshing frankness. “That was me.”
    Cal sat back. “Glad to work with you, Danske.”
    â€œGlad you’re on our side,” Demi muttered, her lips twitching. “Hate to get you mad.”
    â€œRelax.” Katya stared at the rivulets of water running down the outside of the window. “I only go after the ones who deserve it.”
    They arrived at the Blue Martini forty-five minutes after Ursula disappeared from the hotel.
    Blaise spoke with the big man standing guard at the door. The bouncer stared at Demi and Cal and shook his head, crossing his arms over his massive chest.
    â€œDoesn’t look like he approves of us,” Demi commented.
    â€œThis is a demon bar. They don’t like non-demons to play in their sandbox.” Katya stepped forward, her brows dipping into a V. She spoke to the bouncer, motioned at Demi and Cal and slammed her fist into her palm.
    â€œShe’s one pint-sized powerball,” Cal commented.
    A stab of jealousy hit Demi. She actually felt the same way about Officer Danske. The woman knew no fear.
    After a moment, the bouncer stepped aside and nodded toward the interior.
    Blaise and Katya waved Demi and Cal into the interior of the nightclub. Disco lights shone from the ceiling, and dancers gyrated in cages on either side of a raised stage at the center of one wall.
    Fake smoke wafted across the subtly lit dance floor crowded with demons.
    An inebriated demon staggered toward Demi, stopped and leaned close enough to sniff and stare. “You’re not a demon.”
    â€œNo, and neither am I.” Cal stepped between them. “Got a problem with that?”
    The demon frowned. “I might. I thought only demons were allowed inside the Blue Martini.”
    â€œHaven’t you heard? They’ve adopted a new anti-discrimination policy.” Demi cocked an eyebrow and stared down her nose at the man. “Now, are you going to let me pass or am I going to have to turn you into a frog?”
    He genuflected, twirling his hand. “As you wish, witch. But beware. There’s a reason they don’t let non-demons in here. Some aren’t capable of controlling their violent reactions to humans and witches. And alcohol doesn’t take the edge off.” He smiled, the shape of his lips more of a sneer.
    â€œMaybe you should wait outside and let Blaise and Katya handle this place.” Cal tugged at her arm. “They’re both demons.”
    â€œI want my vacation, dammit.” She pulled free of his grip. “If it means dragging Ursula to a freakin’ council meeting kicking and screaming, I’m gonna have my vacation.”
    Demi wasn’t as confident as Katya about her ability to fight demons, but she wanted time alone with Cal. Until they delivered Ursula to the council, she wasn’t getting it. She pushed past the demon and marched across to the bar. Climbing onto a stool, she leaned forward, as close as she could get to the bartender. “Ursula Rusu. Seen her?” she demanded.
    The man filled a glass with wine and handed it to a waitress before responding with a poker face. “I don’t talk to witches.”
    Cal shook his head, gathered a deep breath and lunged across the bar, grabbing the demon by the throat. “And you don’t have any manners either?” He jerked his head toward Demi. “I’m fresh out of patience. Answer the lady.”
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